Nell, of Shorne Mills by Charles Garvice

Was it any wonder that Nell should lie awake that night asking herself if this sudden joy and happiness that had come to her was real--that Drake loved her still--had never ceased to love her--and was hers again?

Perfect happiness in this vale of tears is so rare that we may be pardoned for viewing it with a certain amount of incredulity, and with a doubt of its stability and lasting qualities. But Drake's kisses were still warm on her lips, and his passionate avowal of love still rang in her ears.